This might end up a little nonsensical, I'm not entirely sure where it's going yet. But basically, I hate how money has to rule our lives. I was discussing this with my friend yesterday, he cannot go to a Germany for a medieval festival thing that he has been offered an invite to, and I cannot go to Vienna with my lovely friend Phoebe, all because we have no money of our own. 

At the moment, I have no job, £200 and I was even going to sell my clothes, but still, I doubt it would work, and maybe I get too involved with Vienna because I love the Sound of Music so much or maybe I got emotionally shifted by a Holocaust survivor last week who, even to this day, talks about Vienna with such pride, he told us of all the little families living in their huge flats, the unused palaces that became schools and museums, the beautiful palace gardens that became parks where parents could take their children to learn to walk or rise bicycles amongst the flower beds, take picnics and feed the birds. The architecture, the pride, the beauty, I want to see it for myself.

There's always next year, or the year after, I'll be busy or working but I'll keep it in mind. I've never been more upset about a place before. I feel quite ridiculous. My friend doesn't know if he'll be asked to go another year to Germany, that's the problem with being stuck in Britain. If we were in... France or somewhere on mainland Europe, we could just hop on a train, it wouldn't cost as much and trains can go everywhere. 

This is enough, I'm going to get some toast and tea, now I can finally eat again.